for a little while today, and when i remember

i dreamt of polaroid pictures

and a trip to disney and a mall

mind shrinking, coming home

how does one go on

when the best part of you dies?

The silence that guards the tomb does not reveal God's secret in the obscurity of the coffin, and the rustling of the branches whose roots suck the body's elements do not tell the mysteries of the grave, by the agonized sighs of my heart announce to the living the drama which love, beauty, and death have performed.
-Kahlil Gibran